Page 157 of My Rules

“Can I watch?”

Chapter 17

Rebecca

“Of course you can,” he whispers darkly. “Even better if you participate.”

I swallow the lump in my throat as my eyes drop down his body. He’s large and rippled with muscles. His skin is tanned, and with the water beading all over him ... the vision nearly steals my breath.

Good lord ... the finest specimen of man I have ever laid eyes on.

With his eyes locked on mine, he gives himself a long, slow stroke, and my sex instinctively clenches in appreciation.

He strokes himself again. “You want to touch me, Rebecca?”

I nod before my brain kicks into gear, and he gives me a slow, sexy smile.

“Come here,” he breathes as he works himself again. The room is filling with steam, and I feel a rush of arousal throb down below.

Dear lord.

He steps out of the water and toward me. My heart hammers in my chest, and it takes all my strength not to step back from him in fear.

Stop it.

I anchor myself to the floor as my eyes hold his.

Seeing Blake like this is new and exciting, and if I’m being completely honest, a little terrifying. I always knew he would be something; I mean, the way women fall to their knees and worship the ground he walks on has been a hint.

But this . . .

Seeing him naked and in the flesh is a new level of enlightenment.

He’s dominant and confident and not at all what I envisioned ... although thinking back, I don’t even know what I actually envisioned.

Because nothing could have prepared me for this visual sensation.

“Come.” He takes my hand and pulls me in under the water with him as his lips take mine. He puts his hand down and strokes himself again. My eyes close at the feel of his lips against mine, of being so close to him that I can feel his arousal as it seeps through his skin, as if it’s a tangible force.

We kiss, slow and tender.

A mile away from the vigor, his hand is stroking his cock as it hangs heavily between us.

Oh god . . .

I begin to lose control of myself, a need deep inside of me wanting to take over.

Primal instinct to mate.

My body wants what he has ... and she wants it hard.

I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock and give him a slow, long stroke, and his eyes flutter closed. “Yes,” he moans into my mouth.

Urged on by his reaction, I stroke him again, harder this time, and our kiss intensifies.

It deepens, along with the connection.

His hands begin to roam over my wet nightdress that is now totally see-through.

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